[JulieMew1010]

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username; JulieMew1010
name; Kotori "Ko"
meaning; Screech owl
gender; Male

trєєѕ ruѕtlє αt níght.
flσwєrѕ вlσσm ín thє dαчlíght.
ѕílєncє tαkєѕ ítѕ plαcє.

wíngєd crєαturєѕ rulє.
ѕσαríng σvєr thєír kíngdσmѕ,
thєч wαtch lífє gσ σn.

ѕcrєєchíng αnd hσσtíng,
ѕílєnt wíngѕ flαp thrσugh thє trєєѕ,
wαtchíng wíth ѕhαrp єчєѕ.

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i. Slow
ii. Calm
iii. Patient
iv. Compassionate
v. Smart
vi. Caring
vii. Empathetic

When Kotori was a kit living in a cottage in the country of Magae, life was very normal. When he was very young, though, a tragic event happened to him that changed his life forever. Shall we go on?

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Kotori stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes from sleepiness. He opened the cabinet and glanced at its contents- and his eyes landed on a cereal box with the words Wizard O's printed on it. He picked it up and placed in on the kitchen counter, grabbed a bowl and poured some in. He grabbed a spoon and took his cereal to the table where he began to eat. Just a normal, boring summer day, he thought. Then his mother walked in, smiling at her son.
"Good morning Ko," she said happily. Kotori grinned back and then continued eating. She got herself some oatmeal and then joined him at the table. "Would you like to go bowling today? No magic, if you want," she asked between bites. "I know seeing adults do magic makes you jealous," she sighed.
"Sure, that sounds much more fun than just sitting on the couch all day," Kotori replied. He was about to speak again when his father stomped into the room, boiling with anger.
"What have you done?" He growled at Kotori, shaking with anger.
"I-I don't know," Kotori stammered truthfully.
"I know you did something. I got a call this morning saying that I am fired. And it was all because apparently the office was ransacked with 'my name was here' scribbled on the wall in crayon." He was spitting with anger at his son, and his mother jumped up in front of him.
"How would our son do this? He wasn't at the office! Why would he do that to your office anyway?" Ko's mother said, trying to stay calm.
"He went out on a "walk" yesterday for hours! Where else do you think he went?" He yelled.
"He said he went to the butterfly garden. He wouldn't lie to us," she replied, voice rising. Ko backed up a few steps, frightened by the unexpected argument. The ground started to shake and silverware and plates started dropping off of the counters and out of drawers. He didn't want to make his father any more angry, or something might fall on him. He ran out of the room and ran to his parents' bedroom, where nothing was hanging on the wall. He still heard screaming and shouting, and the rumbling on the house grew stronger with every sentence. After a few moments he heard a loud crash and the sound of both of his parents screaming. He bolted down the stairs and saw his mother laying silent on the ground, a cabinet having fallen onto her. His father stared at what he had done. Kotori boiled with anger and glared at his father.
"What have you done?" Kotori spat. "Get that off of her while I call the police."
His father began attempting to pry the cabinet off of Ko's mother while Ko picked up the house phone and called 911.

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A few hours later Kotori learned that his mother had died from the impact of the cabinet's weight on her body. One of the corners had hit her head and damaged her skull, as well as the rest of the cabinet breaking multiple bones. Ko knew that he would never forgive his father and knew that he'd forever be spending his time out of the house at different gardens. As soon as he was old enough and had completed school, he moved into a small apartment building with roof access. He got special permission from the landlord to make his own garden on the top. His mother had loved gardening and birds. She would go bird-watching with her son any time they could, and Ko's mother's love had rubbed off onto him. The roof was much too high up to be a butterfly garden, but he could still make a flower garden. When he was tested in school for his type of magic, he found that he didn't need a wand to do magic- so he knew he had to be careful. He had Spiritual Magic like his father, and this was ultimately what killed his mother. He knew that he would never use magic again because of this traumatic moment. From time to time he unknowingly used his magic by wishing that his plants would be healthy and beautiful to honor his mother. His garden is a spectacle of the city and visitors often ask if they can see it. He happily lets others view his garden and even take certain flowers from it, and he knows that his mother would be proud if she saw this. He loves his garden and treats it like his family- and he has a feeling that someday he will open a gardening shop with all of the non-magical items you need to be able to grow a natural, non-magical garden.

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[universal song]

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Pierre. A common thief who never did
get a choice. Born into a family of
thieves, sly and rude and selfish. The
youngest of twelve, picked on by his
brothers and father while both his
sister and mother looked on in
amusement. He at first looked at the
world with a kind and gentle heart.
After a while, he turned cold, tired of
the constant pain. While on the outside
he was proud, inside he was breaking.

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username: universal song

viscet name: Pierre

biological gender: male

origin: french

"Ils voulaient que je sois quelque chose que je n'étais pas ... Pendant un moment, j'ai tenu bon, puis le feu m'a consumé, me laissant dans le noir, entouré de visages fiers que je ne mérite pas."

𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯
𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪
𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

[Stårry]

username; Xayah
Viscet name; Nanako
biological gender; Female
haiku;

[Lucida]

username;
lavernius tucker
viscet name;
macaw - after the tropical bird.
biological gender;
male
haiku;
Free like a small bird.
Flying away from the world.
Going home at last.

(wip on the art)

[mellow yellow.]

omg love

[Hail.]

username; howlingtothestars
Viscet name; Fei ("To fly/Dance in the air")
biological gender; female
haiku;

Blue buds in the breeze
Blooming beneath the gold sun
Growth brought up by age

I was a stain on the tapestry of Queen’s.

spaceSince the day of my birth, my heritage called for great things from me. The first daughter of the Winter Queen, the sixth child, and the last.

spaceWhen my mother died a week after my birth, the responsibilities of her kingdom were placed on my tiny, useless shoulders.

spaceI was raised with strictness by the ladies of the court. I was never allowed to be by my father or brothers for more than three minutes a day - for fear that their ‘brutishness’ would rub off on me. I am glad that their thoughts never passed to me in that time.

spaceLife was slow and quick at the same time, like sitting on a kayak in rapids, but watching the still sky the whole time. I was crowned when I turned fourteen, and from there the rapids became waterfalls. Responsibilities, duties, laws, and expectations. All of them were dropped on my shoulders with new weight and I found myself struggling to keep up with everything and meet everyone’s standard.

spaceI often think back to this and what may have happened if I had but one friend at the time.

spaceIt is needless to say that I am not my mother. I am a terrible Queen, and by age eighteen contention was strong with the people. Two years later and I had a civil war on my hands. I didn’t know what to do, I just knew that everyone was mad at me. I was alone, spinning in this black tornado of always doing something wrong, and I wanted more than anything else to escape from it. To run as far away from those screaming winds and to embrace the quiet, at least for a moment.

spacespaceSo, I did.

spaceIt was lovely. Being away from the town, from the angry people, and being able to walk as a commoner down cobblestone paths, feeling the grainy textures rub against my feet and touching the tall grasses which swayed gently in any breeze. The peace calmed my spirit and reigned in my emotions, but a dark thought slowly crept into my mind.

spaceI could stay here, forever. Away from the chaos and anger of the kingdom. Let them find a new, poor soul to lead them and let me walk free among the tall grasses.

spaceLooking back, I wish I could say that I combated that thought, but it would be a lie. I did not hesitate to let it embrace me, to let it circle my mind and entrap my every thought until it was what I lived and breathed. Let them find a new, poor soul to lead them, and let me walk free.

spaceI left the kingdom in their time of turmoil, and allowed them to tear each other to their core.

spaceI returned one day, after two years, to find the kingdom in ruin. Thieves and crooks had taken over and had burnt countless homes to the ground, as well as publicly executed my family and teachers. The kingdom was charred black with fear and fire, and I could not help but feel as though I was the one to blame.


spaceTorment filled my heart and soul, and I wanted nothing more than to wrench that useless muscle which dwelt in my chest and throw it to the ground. Betrayed by my mind, forsaken by my knowledge, and left empty by my lies. My emotions had lied to me, had deceived me, and now I stood at the foot of ruin, sobbing like a child.

spaceA kingdom of forty-six Queens, and I was the one to bring it to ruin.

spaceA new emotion came that day, one which caused my limbs to tremble and quake with unearthly rage. Though I should not have, I let it embrace me, I let it take hold of my soul, mind, and body and control me. The emotion led me down the burnt streets, past people who stared at me in shock, and to the foot of my old home and the current symbol of evil. The doors opened and I was greeted by grinning, seething crooks. The emotion flared, and the sky above me bent downward to touch my foes.

spaceAt the touch of a distant star, they collapsed before me, writing from the symbol burnt deep into the flesh of their heads. The emotion moved me forward, and I found myself a watcher of my own life, observing myself as I moved to the will of another being. All with ill intent who approached me were touched by the sky, marked permanently, though none were killed.

spaceFinally, the emotion took me to the top - my old throne room - then it faded from me, leaving me feeling dizzy and slightly empty.

spaceI looked at the room I had known in past days and reminisce on the fear it brought me. I would sit upon that old chair, talking with the hundreds who passed through each day. My eyes closed at the thought of the growing disdain they had. I could never give them what they wanted. They always expected so much from a child.

spacespaceA child.

spaceThe two words circled in my head and my eyes slowly opened. Before me stood a reflection of myself, smaller and younger, eyes red with tears. I crouched to her and extended a hand. She rushed into my chest and embraced me, sobbing.

space“I’m scared!” She squeaked through sobs, her voice cracking. “I can’t do this!”

spaceSlowly, I wrapped my arms around her and cradled her a she sobbed.

spacespaceA child.

spaceI was only a child, placed on a throne of Queen’s.

spaceMy eyes closed, and I began to sob with the child until she slowly faded away into me, becoming a part of me.

spacespaceA child I was, an adult I am.

spaceI lifted my head and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

spacespaceThough stained, a kingdom it was.

spaceI walked to the familiar balcony. Slowly, the view of my charred and broken kingdom came into view.

spacespaceThough fallen, a kingdom it stood.

spaceI rested my hands on the railing and took a breath. On the streets, people gradually flocked towards the castle, their eyes resting on me.

spaceThe past is past, but I cannot deny it. It is who I was, it is who I am. There is no power or emotion in the world which can change that fact. The only thing that can cause growth, that can pull me up from that sobbing child, is myself.



spaceIt took three months to rebuild and restore my kingdom to what it once was, and even longer to bring back the spirits of the people who suffered from the reign of thieves. Though hard and though hatred still showed its cruel, twisted fangs to me at times, I never ran. Thoughts came often. Let me run free, let another poor soul run this land.

spacespaceBut I am not emotion’s fool.

spaceI am a child. I am a leader, and a fighter. I am patient and loyal, and I am confident.

spacespaceI was, and am. . .

a Queen.

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Viscet name;Kasif
Name Meaning;Revealing discoveries
Biological Gender;Male
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[LonelyForestFae]

username; Foxwolf273
Viscet name; Buz
biological gender; Male
haiku;
Endlessly running
The open meadows call me
My fur flies freely
-Made by me